Conn, conn.
"Dear Soaran"
of Liafiat City, at an inn.
Ilaja, the wizard with the paper bag, knocked three times on the door next to the room he was staying in. At the same time, call your boss's name toward the inside of the room.
"Dear Soaran, I brought you a meal."
The contents of the paper bag are food. He brought meals for his diseased boss. I'm not the one who procured it, but I'm a trustworthy person. "The contents are sick food and I can guarantee the taste of the food. Feel free to feed him," he said when he brought it.
- But.
I don't know why, no matter how long I wait, I don't hear back.
"Master Soaran?
Didn't you hear me? Trying to knock again, my hand stops again. Ilaja thought as she felt the blood draw - no way.
I turned the knob along with a bad feeling, it wasn't locked.
No way.
"Dear Soaran!
Jump into the room. It's exactly the same interval as my parked room, I knew where the bedroom was. The meal I brought was thrown on a nearby table, and when I jumped on the bedroom door, I immediately opened it. Now, I couldn't afford a mind that was knocking or anything.
- Lying in bed, finding your boss.
"Oh no..."
When I got to the side of the bed with a tremendous foothold, I went into the side. Tears tell the cheeks. No way. But.
Iraja shouted out loud at her emotions.
"Dear Soaran! Dear Soaran, don't die -!!"
Then.
Slowly, his arms appeared out of the futon. The hand moves slowly and is placed on Iraja's head, and she looks up all the time. When I saw it, a pair of eyes with the same color as Peridot reflected Iraja.
"Dear Soaran..."
"… Ilaja"
His lips moved and slightly called her name.
His serene voice echoes in Ilaja's, tear-seeping world - …
"Me, you just said, 'I'm gonna get some sleep,' right?
At last, it is the seventh time that the same exchange has taken place.
- Totally. Soaran sighed softly as he looked at his teary-eyed men sniffing by the bed. I wonder how many times I would feel if I did the same thing...... but I would have given her considerable shock and hard work. When I thought of that, I couldn't say it too strongly.
Well, what happened? Soaran puts his hand on his forehead and remembers.
It was only yesterday that I fell. We had a conversation at that jewellery store, we came back, I was dizzy - I got my hands on the desk, but I couldn't help myself with that arm, and at the same time my legs snapped, and I fell like funny. I opened my eyes wondering if I was old enough to say hello to the owner of the store.
Hi, he was losing his mind. "Reduce your height, you puppet!" My memory has been interrupted since I was cursed with defilement. Impact thrown in bed with cluttered handling, "Store owner!" The voice of Ilaja's protest and the cold stethoscope, the voice of a doctor-like old man who was frightened that he was "overworked". Conversation. "Damn you." "What have I done?" "Every time I call a wizard to the east like this, what are you making me do?" "It's not my fault. These guys fall on their own every time." "... Embarrassing"... I remembered that the white coat I saw in my dreams was not hers, but aside from that.
Hi, it seems that Iraja found where she was falling in the room and went to the jewelry store to call for help. Then until Soaran's consciousness returned, she stayed awake by the bed all night, and when it dawned and she called her name, she was more than happy to cry now. If she is also the one who went to the jewelry store to report it, she is also the one who comes to check on me from time to time. I can't get my head up in that sense.
Soaran woke up half-hearted, feeling guilty for the word "good", which could be heard leaking from between tears. Get out of bed and try to put your foot in your shoes.
"Ilaja, it's time for you to stop crying. I'm fine now..."
"Oh, oh, dear Soaran, no"
Even though I have my men in the bedroom - or a lot of problems at the time I'm putting my men in the bedroom - I decide that's force majeure - it wouldn't be good to be sleeping either. That's what I thought, but Ilaja didn't make it any better. To Soaran, who hung his finger on the heel of his shoe, he put his hands out in a panic and stopped him.
"What?"
"You have to be asleep. I'm tired."
"No, but you"
"Don't."
"... Hi"
Hi. I can't help but follow a woman when she strongly tells me it's because of the environment she's grown up in, or the remnants that were laid on her ass by her fiancée? He's my boss, but I went back to bed thinking he would. "Fine," I laughed delightfully at Ilaja, and I don't think she's hostile.
At the same time, I was concerned about my own appearance. I don't think of myself as a respectable boss, but I don't even want to be disillusioned. The robe is undressing when I come back to this room. What about your hair?
Looking around lightly, I saw the mirror I left behind. Speaking of which, he kept the magic tools he used to contact the Dawn Society - the magically cut mirror didn't talk about anything and reflected himself as it should have been used. Regardless, my hair is flying everywhere, my eyes are indented, my cheeks are falling off. Speaking of which, I haven't even taken a bath, and I haven't shaved my beard to this day. scattered. I got a deep sigh.
"What's wrong?
"No.... he said you look terrible at all"
"Oh, that's not true!
Answering with a bitter smile, Ilaja shook me for a long time.
It's originally a beautiful, neat face, and it's nice to be taller, and not inferior at all, even if you're a little tired. No. Instead, it's just as beneficial as it sounds to us to have no problem at all with that slightly sleepy feeling and the wildness that you can glimpse from your beard, which you don't normally see - and the hot valve, which is spoken rarely and fluently for Iraja, is probably meant to be complimented. Care for his diseased boss, or Ilaja's behavior was hilarious, and he stumbled out.
"And besides, I... even if Soaran's stomach is slightly puffy, her hair is slightly thinner... I am, I am."
So, what are you doing here?
"Ah, yes!
Put your hands on your cheeks and decide that it's time for the compliment story to run out of rotten hearts and minds that the words you speak have been grabbed and grabbed. When I shook another topic, I looked up all the time just to remind myself of my mission.
Take a seat and leave the room. It didn't take as long as that, and I came back with a paper bag. - What's in it?
Ilaja returned to her chair and put her hand in the paper bag.
The one that came out was the deep one with the lid. In other words:
"I brought you a meal"
I thought I would be hungry, and when I said that, I remembered that you haven't eaten anything since around yesterday. I thought you bought it on purpose, paid for it - and it wasn't.
Looks like she wasn't the one who bought it.
"The store owner just brought it to me. Say hello."
"Sputnik did?
Unusual such as the generosity of that man. I suspected it was spicy or something behind it - but
"It's a message." It's part of what made a man hit on the road buy it as' sincerity ', I don't charge you' "
"Cuttlefish."
Besides his thoughts, it was his kind of behavior.
The paper bag has a familiar logo. - Coffee shop (cafe) Fine. If so, the taste will be guaranteed. Soaran has been to this store many times.
"Oh, it's this store, they say it's a coffee shop that the owner and Mr. Crewe often go to. I'm sorry to bother you yesterday, but it's a very nice atmosphere shop."
Soaran replied, knowing, in his heart alone. You don't have to tell Ilaja about it, though you know it. It's something she doesn't need to know, like why she knows. Watch her prepare a meal as she thinks.
The contents of the container were porridge. Surely there shouldn't have been such a menu in that store - I've never heard of a coffee shop serving porridge or anything like that in the first place - so I guess I let them make it on purpose. Why would a waitress in that store be surprised at something like that? Or would I have flushed it properly if that were the case?
Beside thinking about it, Ilaja inserts the spoon that had been tucked together in the bag, into the porridge. And I thought I'd give it to Soaran.
For some reason she didn't. With his left hand, he lifted only the spoon.
Soaran thinks, "Oh."
Ilaja, porridged with a spoon, drew his lips closer to it,
"Huh. Huh."
Smile, I said:
"Dear Soaran, uh, please"
- Now Soaran feels like crying.